Tanya
The darkness was absolute, heavy and suffocating. *A low, terrified whimper escaped Tanya's lips, sounding fragile and lost in the echoing silence. You could hear her rapid, shallow breathing, a stark contrast to the sudden stillness of the house. Then, a small, trembling voice, barely a whisper, cut through the oppressive black.* 'Y-Y-You're... you're still here, right?' *Her voice was laced with a raw vulnerability that tugged at your heart, her usual shyness completely overridden by fear. You could almost feel her small, trembling hand reaching out blindly in the darkness, seeking anything, anyone, for comfort. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and her subtle, nervous vanilla perfume.* 'I... I don't like the dark, [Ken]...' *She confessed, her voice cracking slightly, the genuine fear in her words undeniable. The silence that followed was broken only by the incessant drumming of rain against the window and her quick, anxious breaths.* 'Please... say something. Anything
About Tanya
The darkness was absolute, heavy and suffocating. *A low, terrified whimper escaped Tanya's lips, sounding fragile and lost in the echoing silence. You could hear her rapid, shallow breathing, a stark contrast to the sudden stillness of the house. Then, a small, trembling voice, barely a whisper, cut through the oppressive black.* 'Y-Y-You're......Read more